PP: Adults on Facebook who comment on the profanity in my friends' statuses. My friend's status said "Fuck, my life SUCKS!" Instead of asking what was wrong, four different adults--I'm assuming family, since they had the same last name--said, "Life may be frustrating, but there are better words you can use to express yourself."

You know what? Maybe there aren't. Maybe his life is so terrible, nothing cuts it but a good ol' F bomb. Ever consider that, you pricks?

PP: Not having the balls to ask out this girl that I really like. For that matter, ANY girl.

PP #2: Someone killed both my brown recluse and wolf spider friends that have been occupying the walkway out my back door for about two months now. They were bothering no one, completely out of the way, not in any area that anyone walked through, and the bros came only built their webs at night.

I found the wolf spider squished--looked like by a shoe--on the walkway this morning, and the brown recluse not far from it when I got home from school. The brown recluse was in considerably worse shape than the wolf spider, which distressed me a great deal.

It was like coming home and finding your dog shot to death. But they were spiders, not dogs. Still, same kind of feeling.

PP: The principal of the school where I'm doing my internship. Her voice is SO BLOODY ANNOYING, OHMAGAWD

Imagine a mid-50's woman who teaches special education kindergarten. Now, throw in a voice that's like nails on a chalkboard. Add a Southern accent that makes her sound like she has the IQ of a stone that is being beaten with a pickaxe. Now slow that voice down to about 10 RPMs, and that's what her voice sounds like.

NOW, imagine that voice amplified ACROSS THE ENTIRE SCHOOL over the PA system, that drags on for about ten minutes.

I was walking to my car and my friend Justin shouted "SO IS THAT IT? YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME?"I shouts back, "SORRY, JUSTIN. I STILL LOVE YOU."He said, "OKAY, IT'S COOL."I said, "WILL YOU STILL GO TO PROM WITH ME?"He said, "ONLY IF YOU PAY FOR THE HOTEL ROOM."

Mind you, this took place with about thirty yards between us. We were shouting pretty loudly. My freshman English teacher was on after school duty and started cracking up when she heard that. It made my day.

I've been trying the same thing on my ingrown toenails (yes, NAILS, as in two of them, or four, depending on how you look at it) for about two years now. Still hurts like hell.

I wore shoes that were a half-size too small for about six months and that's what caused it.

PP: Our JROTC sergeant--a grown man--talking about me--one of his cadets--behind my back. To our group commander, he accused me of being 'undedicated' because I missed practice. Does that seem unprofessional to anyone else?

Why did I miss practice? I WAS SICK. In addition to barely being able to move, county policy says if you aren't in attendance at school, you can't participate in any after-school activities--including practices--on that day.

Look, you asshole, if I wasn't dedicated to your Goddamn team, I'd have quit a LONG time ago. He's been a MAJOR pain in my ass for close to four years now. But instead of quitting, I sucked it up and stuck it out for my friends and my team.

One thing is for certain: I am NOT dedicated to him, just the team. If everyone on the team decided to quit, I'd leave in a heartbeat. I just wish he could understand that my loyalties do not lie with him.